The damned cat has figured out that the shawl is wool.
Wool is her favorite.
It begins with her laying on my lap, or the arm of the chair, with her face rubbing on the shawl as I knit.
Then, when I shift the shawl around as I knit, she sticks her head under.
And with each shift, she oozes further onto my lap, and further under the shawl.
Until she's fully tucked away, purring so hard my boobs rattle.
And then there's the Goob. (Can you tell I unloaded my camera again?)
She was given a box from some electronics we bought last weekend, and decided it was a cocoon.
Being THIS kid, she managed to scrounge up a plastic butterfly and tuck inside. So for four days it was "Oo. Wook. De cotoon is moovin. What in it?"
Then she'd pop it open, yell "A BUDDERFWY!"
And fly it up her father's nose.
I like that last bit.
Otherwise, I've done nothing but knit for two days. Finished six rounds (!) yesterday and five today. That's about nineteen thousand stitches. Yes, I'm getting obsessed over the stitch count.
Okay, okay, MORE obsessed.
Twenty-five rounds to go.